The Battered Lamp Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior - Sex Stories

The Battered Lamp Chapter Six: The Lust of the Warrior

... Kyle looked at his genie and wasn't so sure. “I don't see why we have to do this.” “She is yours,” Aaliyah answered. “She deserves to be part of your household officially.” He shook his head. He couldn't believe he was about to negotiate with Chyna's mom to make her his concubine. The entire situation was so...bizarre. And the last few days haven't been bizarre? he asked himself. He went from a virgin with a girlfriend, to having two wives, a sex slave, and two girlfriends. “My powers will take care of everything.” His wife placed her hand on his back, and leaned her head against this shoulder. He strangely felt reassured. He was like a sponge, sucking in his genie's calmness. The door opened. Chyna shrieked. Then she was kissing him, her arms wrapped around him like an octopus about a fish. He couldn't help kissing her back, he had missed his sex slave, his cock growing erect as she writhed against him. “Who is this young man?” asked a stunningly beautiful, black-haired woman staring at him with a look of bemused astonishment. “My Master, Mom!” exclaimed Chyna. The color drained from her mother's face. “What?” “I'm his sex slave.” Chyna said it like the most normal thing in the world. “Er, yes, that's why I'm here to talk to you, um, Mrs. Coel.” “Miss Coel,” she muttered absently. “This is a joke, right? One of those ill-thought out, teenage pranks? He's really your boyfriend, right, Chyna?” “Nope. Master has a girlfriend.” The girl shuddered against him. “And she tastes ...

... wonderful. I guess, she's my Mistress. But I'm Master's slave first.” I wish Miss Coel understands. *Done, my love.* Aaliyah stepped up. A dry, sandy scent filled the room. “It's perfectly natural, right, Miss Coel?” “Right,” nodded Chyna's mom as Aaliyah's power affected her. “Come in, Kyle. I guess I should get to know my daughter's Master.” She looked questioningly the genie. “I'm his first wife, Aaliyah. My husband and I are here to negotiate with you to make Chyna his concubine.” Chyna squealed again. “Do it, Mom! I want to be his so badly!” Miss Coel led them into her living room. She had a nice figure, her bust as large, if not larger, than her daughters, with a curvy ass covered by a pair of tight jeans. Aaliyah caught his eyes and licked her lips—she approved as well. The next half-hour proved that the last few days could indeed become more bizarre. Aaliyah and Miss Coel started to rapidly haggle the price he'd have to pay to officially take her as a concubine. Miss Coel was a sharp bargainer, and she wanted her daughter's bridal gift to be substantial. The entire time, Chyna squirmed on his laps and rained his face with kisses. “I'm not sure your daughter is worth that much,” Aaliyah objected. “She doesn't look that beautiful.” “Are you blind? My daughter is gorgeous. She's built like a brickhouse!” Aaliyah gave Chyna a considering look. “Let's see her naked.” Chyna was eager to strip in front of her Master. She was gorgeous with dusky skin and large, heavy tits. Her ...